Secret Santa 2023 [Delivery!]
Aylythalia's Clan
Something in the shadows stirs
Clan Info
~Aarnivalkea Weyr~
aarnivalkea
(mythology) A will o' the wisp, especially one that burns over a hidden treasure.
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The trees press in around you as you follow the twisting path through the shadowy woods. You glance down at the map that had been scrawled out on a piece of parchment, wondering if it had been a mistake to trust the memory of that old snapper. Brambles claw at your cloak, catching it and causing you to stumble. You bite back a frustrated curse. This was ridulculus, following some story out into this forest. Hidden hoard of treasure. You snorted. Yeah, right.Staring hard at the map again, you peer at the darkening woods. With a final huff you decide to go back and not waste any more time on some 'lost hoard'. You turn around, only to find a thicket of brambles blocking the back. "Wha?!" You spin around again. The way forward seemed narrower than before. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach.
You swallowed deeply, then began taking slow steps forward, eyes darting around you. You could hear the leaves rustling around you. It didn't sound like just the wind. The shadows seemed to shift, and a thick mist slithered slowly across the ground. It concealed vines and stones that littered the ground, leaving you to find them with feet. You start as something crashes through the branches above you, freezing and breathing hard.
Trying not to panic, you look around desperately, hoping to see some kind of landmark or signpost. There, in the distance is a flash of light. You begin heading toward it, hoping to find help of some kind. Perhaps a clan that could take you in for the night and set you on the path out of these blasted woods.
At first it looks like a lantern, bobbing a bit as its holder moves along their path. As you get closer you see it is a floating orb, like...creature... moving on its own, dancing and weaving amongst the trees. You stare, mesmerized as you continue to follow it. You want nothing more than to touch it, to be closer to its shimmery light as it flits just out of reach.
It is tantalizing close when you realize you have wandered right into a bog. You try desperately to free yourself from the murk to no avail. The last thing you see are the brilliant lights dancing above you, cavorting in a strange, jubilant dance.
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Also, lovely lair! :0
Lore for Solana may come soon, as I have some ideas, so keep a look out if you're interested in it!
How fitting, a windy family